Autumn wind #2
Tough days, nights, and moments in between. Friends and family are considering their options in the world of unemployment – too educated to work the carts at the local grocery story, too old to build houses, too sensitive to traverse the politics of corporate America – but they probably would, if prospective employers would give their resumes a second glance. Oh, and too smart, too confident, too healthy to give up. Ah, well, what would it cost to give up?
I’m employed, have a “good job”, and a fairly solid lifestyle – for the moment, anyway. I don’t rely on today’s circumstances to help me feel confident about tomorrow’s unpredictabilities. I’m not good at planning anymore. Planning didn’t allow me to “allow’ for the unexpected, so I’m forever given over to surprises – good or bad. I’m thankful that I know what I know, and constantly aware that I simply can’t know what I don’t know. Helps me through the night sometimes.
I hope my loved ones can stay the course, come out the other side, and say only this: Whew, time after time, I hope for the best, and when I’m uncertain, I can take a WALK outside. Neither nature, nor my memories will fail me.
Song for the night: Walking in Memphis, Bruce Springstein (Memphis may not be your town (nor is it mine), but walking down your streets might be a good idea – memory lane, vision quests of the urban kind, whatever, WALK, ya know? Owen was neither a Springstein fan, nor a resident of Memphis, but he was…a walking man.)
We’re having to consider our options here in England too. I’m recovring from cancer surgery and now unemployed (my employer was not sympathetic to my illness) ~ and my hub is recovering from detached retinas so is still employed (but only just!)
That first paragraph could be written about us. :sigh:
Love the music.
So glad too see you post again, i so think of you, your family & OWEN OWEN always.We all have our battles to figh, put my dad my hero in hospice care this week another toughtest thing in my life . Thanks for sharing your thoughts love & hugs SANDY SHANES MOM
“Neither nature, nor my memories will fail me.”
‘Tis the same for me.
Work, after the death of my 23 year old boy while he was serving in the Peace Corp, just seems almost impossible. It happened September 22, in a hiking accident. We are still not sure how, or even where really, he died. My corporate employer is being unbelievably understandable but I have a tendency to burst into tears and an urge to spend my time dreaming about the past and the future he had planned. He was almost done with his service. He had spent the last two years in Africa, surviving political unrest, kidnapping and mugging attempts, isolation etc. It still does not seem real.